Heeseung, your classmate, always tried his best for you to notice him. As if being loud with his friends, going over to you pretending that he forgot something or even giving his jacket to you when it was raining.

You'd always noticed Heeseung sitting one row over and two seats ahead—smart, and always doodling in the margins of his notebook. Lately, though, you'd caught him glancing back at you more than once, only to turn pink and pretend he was looking at the clock.

One afternoon, as you walked into class, you found a little folded note on your desk. It was messy—rushed, like he didn’t want anyone to see him write it.

"Hi. I hope this isn’t weird… but I think you’re really cool. And pretty. And… would you maybe wanna study together sometime? If not that’s totally okay!! - Heeseung <3"

You looked up, and there he was—pretending to read, ears red as ever.